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Round 5: Spun Axis (Hetalia)

Somewhere in the course of history, the wold had gone wrong. Someone had claimed it was because sadness outbalanced joy. Another academic had suggested that things had turned for the worst because society as a whole had reached a point where it was done with repeating the same cycle it had done from the beginning. When once the world spun counter-clockwise it was now rotating westward. No one knew how long it had been doing that and no one knew why but nights had become days and days had become nights. People had changed, the world had changed, and it was not for the best.

Despair had filled the crevices of dimples. Where people used to laugh they now cried, seeming to have forgotten how to be happy. The world was spinning clockwise and not a single being on the Earth had noticed until it was too late; until everything had gone wrong, until everyone had changed. When everyone changed, they say that the mirrors switched sides so that if you had grown up looking at yourself in the glass you would now find yourself behind the reflective glass. One person who swore that the mirrors had come to life was the personification of the United Kingdom.

Mr Kirkland gazed at himself in the mirror. If you had known him months before, you would not have recognized him now. He had changed, just like everyone else. Once solemn and serious, you would now find him grinning for no reason, laughing at the shadows like something was there that no normal person could see. Once he had dressed like a grandfather with various cardigans in shades of tan and green, but now, ever since the world began to spin the opposite way he found that he rather enjoyed wearing flashy suits of pastel from peach to mint. Physically he had changed to, ever so slightly until he stopped bothering to notice, his forest green eyes were now an uneasy blue and his straw blonde hair was now strawberry.

Spring was autumn and autumn was spring now.

It had been the longest autumn in the history of the world. A tell-tale sign that something was terribly wrong. No one realized until midwinter. People were too busy staring at their computers as they refreshed the online newspapers to see the very latest news - mostly on the dire state of the worlds politics. When someone did finally realize that the world had spontaneously decided to spin the wrong way, it took another four months to organize an emergency Group of 7 meeting.

Mr Kirkland was set to attend the meeting. Giving himself one last glance down in the mirror, he flashed himself a wide grin and opened the doors to the meeting room. He had been so enthused in opening the doors, they had slammed outwards against the walls they were hinged to, letting Mr Kirkland's presence be known to the rest of the personified nations.

"Morning." Mr Beilschmidt standing at the head greeted Mr Kirkland. The clock above Mr Kirkland's German counterpart read 1:48pm.

"Am I late?" Mr Kirkland asked as he took a seat beside the human representative of the country of misery. Mr Bonnefoy had a cigarette in one hand and a bottle in the other, half empty with wine. He smelled of urine.

"No." Mr Beilschmidt smiled as he shrugged. "We have not started yet."

The meeting had been due to start at 10 AM. Six months ago, had Mr Kirkland been late to the meeting, it would have commenced without him. Six months ago, Mr Beilschmidt would not have been so kind to dismiss such tardiness.

"Can someone tell me why this meeting was called, anyway?" Mr Jones called out from across the table. He ran a hand through his ruffled brown hair and stared down at Mr Beilschmidt expectantly. Beside the American was the most peculiarly object given that they were in a very secure building in what was intended to be a very civil meeting; a baseball bat with nails stuck to the bottom of it.

"We are here because..." Mr Beilschmidt paused, seeming to give thought as to why the meeting had been called, "Because the world has begun to spin in a clockwise rotation."

"Which is an issue because...?" Mr Jones challenged the German, "If it wants to spin the other way, so be it. Let it do what it wants. Who the heck are we to tell it to spin the other way, huh?"

"I'm not sure." Mr Beilschmidt frowned, as he gestured to the other people in the room; the table of seven, to offer their opinions on the matter.

Mr Kirkland took the chance to speak, pointing at Mr Jones' baseball bat and inquiring, as he squinted to see the specks of brown between the nails, "May I ask if that is blood?"

"You 'may'...not." Mr Jones shut Mr Kirkland up as he pulled the baseball bat a little closer to himself.

A thud was heard around the room and as Mr Kirkland turned his attention back Mr Beilschmidt who had found a marker and had slowly and steadily written; PROBLEM: WORLD SPINNING WRONG WA. He was yet to add the 'y' to 'way'.

"Oh." Mr Kirkland muttered, realizing what the thumping sound had been as he looked at the unimpassioned country seated beside him. Mr Bonnefoy had face-planted the table, the now empty bottle of wine was still grasped tight in the Frenchman's hand. Mr Kirkland removed the bottle, from his unconscious neighbour, giggling to himself as he said, "I suspect that was maybe his seventh bottle today."

Mr Vargas, who was sitting on the right side of Mr Jones rolled his eyes at Mr Kirkland. The Italian man sat up a little straighter in his chair and pulled out his phone from his waist pocket before he addressed the whole of the table, "Listen, I've got some errands to run and some deeds to do so how 'bout your people call my people and we'll figure something out."

Mr Honda, who was sitting on the left side of Mr Jones rolled his eyes at Mr Vargas. The Japanese man stood up from the table, shook his head in disgust at the presence he was in and sighed, "Let's terminate the session. Holding this meeting was not a good idea. We have achieved nothing, and time is up."

"Pardon," Mr Bonnefoy stirred form his slumber as he asked, "What was it we were here for?"

"I am not sure." Mr Beilschmidt said, seemingly admitting defeat at getting anything discussed in the meeting as he stepped down to his seat.

"It does not matter." Mr Honda dismissed the conversation.

"Let's focus on the real issues." Mr Jones added, "Like how much methane is going into the atmosphere because you all think it's okay to slaughter animals no different to you." He hit his bat against the table to emphasize his anger.

And so, the world continued spinning clockwise and the world still managed to spiral out of control, except in this universe, no one could be bothered to fix it. Everyone and everything was darker and so doomed were they to be.